White flowing hair, when caught up in the wind
graceful movements, quiet prayers against sin
patiently dwelling she freely embraced
every person, and words she'd humbly take.
A quiet, strong soldier, with gardens as swords
and flowers to decorate and to adorn.
Wise spoken words of both sweetness and love
were always placed firmly atop of her tongue.
So as she gives now to the dust of the Earth
her spirit will dance at her Savior's grand foot
and surely He'll lift her up onto his knee
saying: "Kathy, my daughter
you've greatly blessed me!"
you've greatly blessed me!"
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